While sunrise is always my favourite time of the day, and sunrise walks on the beach my favourite activity, a vacation at Breakers Resort on Saratoga Beach isn't just about sunrise. Even those who prefer to sleep until noon get to witness some beautiful sights. Of course, they may also miss some marvellous sights, like this seal swimming in a pink and blue sea:
Or the light mist rising as the breaking sun emerges after a stormy night:
But once the sun has risen, one can still see interesting wildlife - a heron, perhaps, or even some crows fighting over a washed-ashore fish head:
The weather was variable during our week at Saratoga Beach - some sunshine, some rain, some storms. The glassy-flat water of the first morning and evening gave way to choppy waves and pounding surf by day three. While it's nothing like the surf on the west coast of the island, the rhythmic swoosh and splash of waves, Mother Nature's metronome, soothes my spirit like few other sounds.
When the day is calm, Maggie and I enjoy watching boats in the bay, or walking through greenery along the shore a little further afield, or checking out a nearby nature park, or walking the edge of the channel used by boats emerging from the small marina at a nearby RV park:
Maggie, of course, would be happy to spend all day wading in the water or posing on the sand - her favourite sensation is water or sand underfoot, and she has become quite the pro at posing for the camera:
|Is this my best side, Mom?|
Occasionally, my eye will be drawn away from the water to the beauty of some natural object, like the striated colours in a lovely old stump, or the blush and shine inside an empty shell:
The days at the beach contain their own measure of magic, for sure. But come evening, the beauty of the morning returns again as the setting sun reflects across the bay and sets the distance clouds afire:
The water calms once again, and paddleboarders and boaters head out for an evening's cruise, sliding silently through the sunset's reflection on the water:
I watch until the light is no more, and then continue to watch as the moon rises above the trees and casts its light upon the water too:
And then I go to bed, lulled to sleep by the sounds of the waves and the scent of the sea air, to dream of another sunrise, another amazing day at Saratoga Beach.
G'night, from Maggie and me.